(1 note, 4 untitled poems) | 9 September 2021 | “what it means to really want”

I have no confidence;
I hate my reflection;
How can I face you,
When I’m too afraid of a mirror

There’s nothing good to see here,
So why would I want to show you?
What you don’t want to see;
What you pretend doesn’t happen.


I don’t think it’s true,
But not entirely false:
You like that I make it easy
To put me second.


I’m tired of you lying to yourself
Then calling me the dishonest one.
I Am honest.

I want you
You say you want me
But honestly you don’t

If you wanted me, you could take me
That’s what it means to really want:
To take it when you have the chance

So don’t lie to me and say you want me.
You like the idea of me
But you want something I can’t give you.


I’m upset.
Not because you’re not with me.
I have your love.
That’s all I need.

I’m upset.
Because you don’t actually want me.
Not because of your love for him,
But because of your pride in yourself.

I’m not upset
If you do happily love him,
But I won’t lose to an ego
That doesn’t care about your happiness.

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